by Jo Davis
“Good. Now, go do your job.”
He hung up on Kosta, wondering if the man had almost outlived his usefulness. He was ruthless but also a bit impulsive. He wasn’t quite as emotionless as his partner, Meyer.
Yes, perhaps when the timing was right, Meyer would deserve a promotion. His first task would be to see that Ross was put in his grave once and for all — if Ross survived his wounds.
Until then, he had a forest fire to put out in his dealings with some very angry and impatient foreign terrorists whose leader didn’t understand that one didn’t just haul a weapon of mass destruction down the highway like a load of chickens.
Plans must be firmed up for moving it swiftly. Smuggling it out of the country would be the real challenge.
And if they failed, every one of them, to a man, would be executed for treason.
Off the record and unbeknownst to the American people, sheep to their own government, the wolf.
There was an irony in there somewhere for one who cared to search.
With a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.
Emma’s eyes bugged as Blaze turned into Lan’s driveway. “Holy shit! Does this guy rob banks for a living? This mansion is three of the one we’re staying in!”
Blaze barked a short laugh. “No kidding. And it’s just him and Nicole living here, from what I’ve gathered. They must need walkietalkies or cell phones if they need to talk when they’re across the house from each other.”
“I’ll bet it has an intercom system.”
“Probably.” Parking, he shut off the ignition. “Ready? We don’t have to socialize if you don’t want. I can make our excuses and we can go.”
“Is that what you want? To leave?” Lord, she hoped not.
“No, but only if you want to stay. You’re what’s most important. Don’t forget that.”
“You’re too sweet.” She gave him a quick kiss. “But I want to stay. I’ll confess I’m so hot and bothered I could combust just thinking about the juicy possibilities tonight.”
Groaning, he moved her hand to cover the hard rod pulsing in his leathers. “You’re not the only one. I think if you’d refused my prick would’ve died of strangulation.”
“Not happening. Besides, you would’ve jumped me as soon as we got home, anyway.”
“I still might.”
They got out of the car and met the other couple on the wide porch. Lan stepped to the massive door, unlocked it, and let them in, then trotted off, supposedly to turn off the alarm. In a moment the high-pitched whistle was silenced.
While they waited Nicole ushered them into the spacious living room. “Come, sit down. Something from the wet bar, perhaps?”
“I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine, since I didn’t get to finish mine before our men dragged us away.” She returned the other woman’s smile.
“Coming up. I believe I’ll replace that whiskey I was enjoying.”
“Same for me,” Blaze said. “On the rocks.”
Lan returned holding a brown bottle. “I’ve got beer.” He stopped and nuzzled Nicole’s neck. “Thanks for taking care of our guests, sweetheart.”
“My pleasure.”
Lan helped his lady pass out the drinks, and then they sat close on one end of a sofa while Emma and Blaze took a seat on a smaller matching sofa, facing them. The seconds ticked, and she worried things were about to get awkward. Fortunately, Blaze spurred the conversation.
“How long have you two been into the lifestyle?”
Lan dove into what was obviously a favorite subject. “I’ve been a Dom for years, but Nicole is new to the scene. We’ve been together for a few months, and she recently moved in with me, making us official, I guess you could say. I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He beamed at her, and she returned the happiness.
But not before Emma caught a flash of something in her brown eyes. Guilt? Maybe she’d imagined it.
“Brandi is new, too,” Blaze said, hugging her shoulders. He wove a tale, mingling fact with fiction. “We had a falling-out when she found out I was into D/s, but we reconciled, and she decided to give it a try. We married a month ago, and I’ve done my best to make her happy.”
“You have and you do,” she assured him. “Being a sub is nothing like people think. I’ve discovered that the stigma attached to D/s is highly unfair and inaccurate.”
“Sad, but true,” Lan put in. “And most people are unwilling to give it a chance and to change their thinking. I’m glad you found your way.”
“Me, too.”
Lan pinned Blaze with those lovely turquoise eyes. “I have to ask this, and please don’t get offended, but… do you enjoy ménage? Do you share your subs?”
Emma gave her lover’s lap a covert glance to find that he was harder than ever. The answer was plain for all to see, but he spoke all the same. She knew her master would want the rules clarified, leaving nothing to chance, and she was right.
“I enjoy ménage, and in the past I’ve allowed another master to top my sub. However, with my wife I have a slightly revised, simple ground rule — I’m the only one who breaches her with my cock. Should we trade subs, you, for example, may pleasure her or have her pleasure you in any way you see fit except that. You can’t fuck her.”
“Fair enough. It’s a good rule I can respect, and in fact, I prefer the same when it comes to Nicole.” Lan paused, a smile curving his sexy mouth. “Are we going somewhere with this, or just exchanging naughty talk?”
“I’m all for doing more than talking if the ladies agree,” Blaze said, voice husky.
“Yes,” Emma croaked, nerves assailing her. She’d never done anything like this in her life and never imagined it. Until Blaze stormed her life.
Nicole agreed as well, drinking in Blaze with undisguised hunger, which she’d obviously kept hidden until now. In unspoken agreement, both men rose and switched partners, holding out their hands. Emma took Lan’s, finding his to be elegant and smooth. The hands of a wealthy man, yet no less masculine. He led her to a huge fur rug in front of the fireplace and gave her a reassuring smile.
“Take off your clothes while I start a cheerful fire. Gas logs, so it’ll take only a minute.”
Swallowing hard, she unlaced her bustier and wriggled out of it, pulling it off over her head. Breasts freed, her nipples puckered to little points, and she shivered, partly from nerves. Nearby, Blaze had commandeered another big rug and was peeling apart Nicole’s tiny leather bra to reveal pert breasts. She stared, mesmerized, as he bent to flick a rosy tip with his tongue.
With the contact, she felt electrified, almost as though he’d tongued her breast instead. How strange to watch him suckle another woman. How arousing. God, she was wet from that much alone!
“You’re in for a real treat, my dear,” Lan said, stepping in front of her. “Don’t be shy or nervous. A gorgeous lady like you has no need to be.”
“I’ll try. And thank you.” She gave him a weak smile.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” He gazed at the other couple.
They were. Lan had turned off the main lights, so that the firelight licked at sleek bodies, bathing them in golden colors. A visual feast as their partners devoured each other’s mouths and sank to their knees on the rug, naked and entwined. Blaze’s erection pressed into Nicole’s flat belly, needy, insistent. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke lazily, unhurried. His hands buried themselves in her dark, wild hair as they kissed and caressed, already lost to desire.
Clever fingers plucked and twisted Emma’s nipples, and she tore her gaze from the lovers to stare at Lan, who’d undressed while she stared at their partners. The man was a visual banquet, every bit as sexy naked as he was clothed. Tall and cut with lean muscle, boyishly handsome, the glitter of lust in his amazing eyes. His cock was long, not as thick as Blaze’s, but nicely formed and flushed red, arched and leaking at the tip.
Reaching around her, he unzipped her skirt and worked it down, his expression showing his delight to
discover she wore no underwear. She stepped out of the skirt and he tossed it aside, then skimmed his palms down her sides.
“Spread your legs.”
She complied, and one hand slid between her thighs, fingers grazing her folds, the little clit. Teasing.
“Your pussy is bare, the way I love best,” he said in a low voice. His fingers spread the moisture there, driving her slowly mad. “I’m going to love tasting you, but not yet. On your knees, sweet thing.”
As she knelt he angled his body so that they could both watch their partners as they enjoyed each other. A jolt of arousal went through her to see Nicole mimic her position with Blaze.
“Take me in your mouth,” Lan said, gaining her attention once more.
Grasping the base of his cock, she eagerly brought the head to her lips and licked the little drops of pre-cum. So salty and earthy. Good. Pulling him in a bit more, she sucked the broad head, almost laughing at his moan of pure want.
“God, yes. Suck me, gorgeous. Take it all.”
Inch by inch, she took him in. It wouldn’t do to give him what he wanted too quickly. After all, she’d learned that subs had a great deal of power over their masters and loved exercising it. Who exactly was the slave here?
She bathed him with her tongue as she drew him deep, keeping the pressure just right — not too hard or too loose. She laved every ridge, tasted, explored. Sliding a hand up the inside of his thigh, she found his heavy balls and manipulated them, squeezing and rolling them gently as she sucked.
“Ooh, yes,” he whispered. “Fuck, yeah.”
His cock slid all the way down her throat, hit the back. She relaxed, letting him thrust, allowing him to own her for as long as he wanted. Why hadn’t she known she’d been made for this? Why hadn’t she realized sooner how freeing it was to give up control and be mastered? Her straight-edged black-and-white world was now happily blurred with shades of gray.
Or maybe living color was a better description.
“Stop, honey!” Lan ordered hoarsely, pulling from her carefully. “You’re far too good at that, and I’m not ready to come. Spin around and get on your hands and knees.”
“Yes, sir.” Her response earned a caress on the cheek and an approving smile.
Doing as she was told, she positioned herself, butt in the air, legs spread. For a moment, she was spellbound by the sight of Nicole still on her knees with Blaze’s cock buried in her throat to his groin, his head thrown back in ecstasy. It was eerily reminiscent of the scene she’d interrupted that had caused her to toss him from her life, but this time there was no jealousy or anger.
Only the glow of love, of sharing. She felt connected to him in a way she never had been before; new threads were forming to strengthen the ones already present.
And then she didn’t have time to think on it anymore because Lan’s palms smoothed over her flanks, moved to her pussy lips, and parted the tender flesh. Exposed her to do whatever he wished. She whimpered, needing him to do something — anything but leave her twisting in the wind.
“Lovely. I’m going to taste you, eat you until you scream and come in my mouth.”
Oh, please — yes! She thought she might’ve begged aloud but wasn’t sure. At the first touch of his warm tongue on her bare pussy, she was mindless. A sexual creature with no awareness except of decadent sensations.
His mouth, devouring her essence. Tongue plunging into her channel again and again, joined by two fingers. Fucking her deliciously, lapping her up.
Through a haze, she saw Blaze behind Nicole giving her the same treatment. As Lan worked her, she watched Blaze’s face press into his lover’s pussy, eating her, and knew how glorious he was making the woman feel.
Wanton and wicked.
She began to unravel, felt the familiar quickening, and wanted both to fly apart and to make it last. Couldn’t have it both ways.
Especially when Lan ordered, “Come for me, all over my face.”
That was all it took. She exploded into tiny particles with a loud scream, spasming on and on until she was sated. Butt still raised, she rested her head on her arms, offered like a sacrifice. Elsewhere, another feminine cry followed, and she blinked to see Blaze’s face buried in his lover’s pussy, drinking every drop she had to give.
“Very good, love,” Lan said, patting her rear. “You tasted wonderful. Stay just like this, ready for your master.”
The men swapped places, and suddenly Blaze was behind her, murmuring encouraging words of love as he placed the head of his big cock between her folds and pushed inside.
“Shit, yes! Hang on, baby, ’cause I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me next week.”
“Please, sir…”
One thrust. “Needy little slut. You’re mine. Say it.”
“Oh! Yes, yours!”
“Don’t forget who you belong to.” Another thrust.
“N-never! Always be yours.”
His control shattered, and he began to fuck her deeply, without mercy. She loved the rawness this time around, loved him. Bracing her knees wider, she accepted her master in an ageless dance, reveled in his claiming.
Because his claiming was her power — she’d driven him to this state.
He was hers.
Even so, she was surprised and happy to find that he was quickly driving her toward a second climax as he reached for his own. Several more thrusts, and he plunged deep with a shout, hot cum pulsing inside her, cock twitching and jerking.
Her orgasm washed over her like a warm tide, her voice mingling with his. They came down together, and finally he pulled out, kissing her between her shoulder blades.
Their new friends had reached completion as well and lay spent, tangled together, laughing and breathing hard.
For a few long moments, no one spoke. They simply basked in the firelight and the afterglow of great sex, with no thoughts of moving. Eventually, however, it had to be decided whether the evening was done or they were merely taking a break. Lan proposed a yummy solution.
“I’m guessing we’re all tired, and I have a really big bed.” He leaned up on one elbow, sending her and Blaze a seductive grin. “More than large enough for four, and stout enough to take whatever pounding it receives.”
“I’m in. Baby?” he asked her, his face hopeful.
She giggled, ruffling his hair. “How can I say no?”
Lan led his naked entourage upstairs to his enormous bedroom, where they piled into his comfy bed and snuggled in, replete for now. Emma’s eyes grew heavy and she gave in to sleep, thinking that life with her lover would never be dull.
She couldn’t wait for whatever the future held in store.
Blaze came slowly awake to the marvelous sensation of silk sliding over his naked torso. Multiple lips, too, placing nibbling kisses all over his chest, his stomach, his inner thigh. “Mmm.” Wait. No, not silk.
Opening his eyes, he groaned at the sight that greeted him. Lan and Nicole were bobbing over him, Lan tonguing his nipples while his sub trailed kisses down his exposed belly, hair draped over him like a waterfall. Emma was crouched between his thighs, nipping the tender flesh close to his sac, making him shiver.
“Hey, what’s up, guys?” he croaked.
Nicole gave a husky laugh. “You, apparently.”
Oh, yeah. His erection made an exclamation point, proving just how enthusiastic his body was about this particular interruption in his sleep. “Now that you three have me, what are planning to do with me?”
Emma’s head appeared from between his legs, her expression full of mischief. “Permission to blow your mind, sir?”
He sucked in a breath. “Like I’d refuse that request. How?”
“Any way we’d like. In fact, we already have an idea, but you’ll have to trust us. Will you?”
So while he slept they’d been conspiring about the best way to do him? His cock twitched and his balls tightened at the idea. “I do trust you,” he said to Emma, grin spreading across his face. “And I’d be
a fool to turn down being thoroughly ravished. Do your worst.”
The ladies giggled, the sound women make when they communicate Oh, boy, he doesn’t know what he’s in for, and rose from the bed, each one retrieving two long black scarves. Nicole tossed one to Lan, and they settled on either side of him, each taking a wrist and tying it to a bedpost. Emma placed a pillow under his hips and then tied his ankles as Nicole fetched what appeared to be a briefcase — though he figured it held something more interesting than Lan’s business papers.
“Do you have a safe word?” the other man asked him.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve needed one,” he replied, his heart thudding in anticipation. “ ‘But I’ll use turtle.’ ”
Lan smiled. “Good. Now lie there and let the ladies take care of you.”
Nicole set the case on the bed, and as Blaze stared at it a sneaking suspicion of what it contained began to form. The thought made his balls tingle, and a chill washed over him, equal parts fear and excitement.
Abandoning the case for the moment, Nicole turned her attention to his cock. Emma handed her a small bottle of oil, and the other woman drizzled a generous amount over his straining shaft, both of them cooing as the stuff slid over his heated skin. The cool liquid coated his sac and oozed between his ass cheeks, and he resisted the urge to squirm. Nicole wrapped her fingers around his erection and pumped in a slow rhythm, spreading the oil, while Emma palmed his balls and did the same, letting her fingers venture between his cheeks to his back entrance. When a finger slipped inside, he tensed.
“Emma—”
“Shh. You said you trust me and to do what we wanted, so relax and enjoy,” she ordered, a mischievous little smile playing on her lips.
Forgoing a protest that might make him look weak, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the delicate hands working his cock, the fingers massaging his balls and sliding into his hole, stretching. Masculine lips brushed his, and then a tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting, exploring. He refused to let himself think, only feel the strokes and kisses, and he was soon lost, floating on a sea of desire.
